Monday, 1 October 2012

I spent two hours in Greyfriars grave yard the other weekend listening in on tour guides telling stories about victorian children daring each other to knock on graves and the prisoners in the covenanters' prison. I did a couple of skethes whilst I was there and then developed my own version of the George McKenzie grave imagining George as a wee scottish dwarf who still roamed his tomb and looked at the stars with his telescope rather than the more scary version of 'bloody mckenzie'.